Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-04-30

and shrinks back at each fresh squirt.
1t recedes gradually, sinking with u
few defiant spurts. rs if half inclined to
exl ress itself further on the subject.
We gather up a few small pointed cones
of drab elongated drops of mud that
have cooled and hardened as they
touched the brink of the geyser. form
ing an ornamental fringe about its
edge. This is a very queer world, in
deed, and its queerness is particularly
forced or ones attention in the Yellow
stone Park, where, high as it is above
the sea level, the nearDcss to the sur
face of its inner fires is evidenced all
about us.
Further along the winding road and
on tie left we come to the beautiful
Emerald pool. SO called from the rich
blue-yreen tint of the water. When
our ey es are sufficiently dazzled by the
glare and our minds by the wondrous
strangeness, and our hearts are inn
pressed with the wondrous beauty OF
the scene, our stage coach drives up
and we climb to our respective seats
and travel merrily on III search of more
wonders.
All the afternoon We drove over
good roads and bad roads. and indltler-
ent roads, up steep hills and down
steep dalcs and through partially burnt
forests, whose SCARED trees still
stretched out foliage enough to break
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wary passengers face. Occasionally
we clined or descended hills that for Il
dismount from most Of the party,
which gave our colonies, captains and
majors TN opportunity TO exercise
ard gather horse and mule shoes as
graceful souvenirs for the ladies.
Meant me acqunintanceship grew and
lourished; there is no place like II
steamship on "A long voyage for the de-
yelopement of social qualities in peo-
pie, and no place like the box of II
stage coach for the quick growth of
friendship. After sitting shoulder TO
shoulder on that high and isolated seat
for from eight To twelve hours one is
apt TO have either developed an inter
est in ones neighbor or an active
hatred. 1t is not easy to avoid some
interchange of thought. For my part.
| usually start out and talk my neigh
Dor deaf and dumb and blind in the
first half day, first giving the driver
permission to fire me if | become
tiresome. travel on the supposition
that somebody is likely to be bored,
and that it's more comfortable to be
the borer within limits.
We reach the hotel at the Yellow
stone Falls at about > in the afternoon,
very comfortably tired after our very
short nights rest and long days jour
ncy. Here we find those Of US who are
alone must choose roommates to per-
nit the accommodations to match the
demands; under these circumstances
am thankful at getting a very nice and
pleasant young lady to lodge with
me. One of the secrets of cOn-
tentment in travelling is a realization Of
ones comparative good fortune, and
how much worse things might be. The
hotel was a simple wooden box, with
wooden partitions, but the wood was
new and so fresh and sweet that no
one would complain. A simple supper
served with a~miability and good will,
and eaten with checrfulncss and appe-
lite, r~e-enforced our energies, and sent
Us of up the canon to see the falls
whose thunder rang in u ears, though
they were not in sight.
The upper fall was close 1T hand.
To reach it we plunged into a bit of
wood, taking a winding path that led
us down a little and out to the verge of
the canon down whichwas plunging n
magnificent sheet of deep green water
turning to foam AZ it fell.
From this upper fall the water rushes
impctuously on through the narrow
winding canon preliminary to taking a
second and more terrific tumble. HAY
ing that greater fall in view We did not
terry long at this one, beautiful rs it
was, but retraced II steps to the
hotel from whence we took a new de-
parture, striking out with staff in hand
on u longer and more labOrious
climb. Just y footpath worn in
the green moss of the woods winding
in and out among the trees and up and
down hillocks at first, the latter, as we
approached the verge of the canon,
narrow, sandy slopes, hedged some
times within IA PROSTATE dead branch,
up which we scrambled and down
which we slid with many a tremor and
frequent losses of equilibrium.
At last we deserted the falls, and
with a last slip end slide and clutch at
empty air, we reached a level that ran
out into a little promontory even with
the fall. part, indeed, of that mass Of
water that was hurting itself in mad
haste over a solid wall of rock to the
bottom of this rainbow-hued canon.
Here we rested, after disposing our
selves at chosen points of vantage,
and took in the full beauty of the
scene. The fall was beautiful indeed,
a vast body of rich green water plung-
ing down and turning to whirling foam
as it fell into valley as v~aricolored as
II painters pallet. The last rays of the
sun shining through the trees, caught
in the mist that rose from the fall, and
transformed into n bank Of rainbow at
one point. while at another n vcritable
bow of brilliant hues spanned the river